But I'm glad I did.
I wasn’t trying to get political.
I wasn’t trying to be righteous.
And I damn sure wasn’t trying to write this song.
But here we are.
“Where is her statue?”
“Stop making monsters famous in this town.”
Some of you will know exactly what this is about.
Some of you might not. I’m not naming names.
But I will say this: something happened in Charlotte that got under my skin and stayed there.
And in a world that keeps telling you to “turn the other cheek,” I’m done pretending that silence is noble.
It’s not. It’s just fuel for the ones who already take too much.
This track is slow, stormy, and bitter.
My band of skeletons plays it in a graveyard gray suits, black armbands, barely moving because it’s not a celebration.
It’s grief with a mic.
It’s a demand with teeth.
I’ve wrestled with the line between art and exploitation.
I’ve wondered if even making this song was part of the problem.
But the truth is: the problem already happened.
The media already glorified the wrong one.
The silence already buried her.
And this song?
This is me digging.
If it pisses people off, so be it.
If it resonates with someone if it helps them feel seen, or angry, or just not alone then it did its job.
I’ll leave the rest to you.
🎧 Watch the video here
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🕯️ Thanks for letting me get this one out of my bones.
✊ Statues up. No more monsters on pedestals.
